Post by Flyingshard on Sept 13, 2007 14:20:01 GMT -5
Title: Call of the Storm
Chapters: Maybe around twelve or so.
Author: Flyingshard
Pairing: The most important ones are: GriffinXMoon and NightXMoon
Rating: PG
Spoilers: a slight spoiler for FQ
Summary: A CreekClan apprentice seeks revenge when she learns about the true cause of her father’s death.
Warning: A slightly creepy scene happens in the prologue, so if you don't want to read about stomachs laid open don't read the prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, if I did Brambleclaw would be leader now and Hawkfrost would still be alive. But the charries and the Clans are mine.
Beta: N/A
Cover: Maybe, but most likely not.
Author's Notes: Please read and comment!
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed from the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder. Rain pounded from the sky, killing the early growth of newleaf. No cats were outside, except for a dark gray tomcat with long fur, who was standing guard for that night. He stood up defiantly, but if any cat looked closer, you could see that he was shivering.
Suddenly, a rustling sound made the tom prick his ears up. What was that sound? A flicker in the shadows. A quiet pawstep. And what was that blood-scent?
The tom tensed his muscles, ready to fight if this thing was hostile. Then he relaxed. Another tom emerged from the shadows, his black pelt blending in with the darkness. It was one of his Clanmates. But he could still sense that something was wrong. The blood-scent was still as strong as ever.
"Fearcry." The tom nodded to him. "May I enter? I have important news for Tawnystar."
"Tell me first, Nightshadow. Or is it too urgent for me not to know first?" Fearcry demanded; rather bravely, as Nightshadow was fierce and extremely intimidating.
"Certainly, if you wish it." Nightshadow's eyes, a piercing, cold blue, seemed to blaze in the darkness. The words he uttered sent shivers down Fearcry's spine and would continue to do so for generations to come.
"Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw are dead."
Fearcry's eyes widened. "But why--how--" he stammered. "How did they die? A double murder on a stormy night?"
"You will hear the story later." Nightshadow padded back to the thornbush where he had appeared and disappeared. A moment later, he had dragged the two bodies out. One was a limp body of sodden gray fur, where claws had scored a deep gash on his throat. The other had been completely soaked in blood, so it was hard to tell what color the fur was. The stomach had been laid open, and blood was still pouring out of the wound. There were many other scratches on the body.
"Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw," Nightshadow meowed quietly. He dragged the two bodies into the camp, Fearcry following him, looking bewildered. Once inside, Nightshadow yowled, "Tawnystar!"
Tawnystar emerged from his den, as did many of the other cats, as the dens made of bushes had been destroyed in the fierce rain. They huddled together, looking curiously at Nightshadow and at the two bodies, but none spoke.
It was Tawnystar who broke the silence. "So? You didn't wake us all up to gossip, did you? Talk!"
Nightshadow took a deep breath and spoke. "I couldn't sleep, what with all of the rain pounding on the den roof, so I decided to go take a walk in the forest. I heard snarling somewhere in the forest, by a clearing I walked past. When I decided to take a closer look, I saw Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw bickering over something, which quickly became a fight before my eyes. Then Griffinclaw scored his claws across Stoneclaw's throat..." His voice faltered there, and he closed his eyes.
"So I approached Griffinclaw. I was angry. I wanted to avenge my brother's death. We fought for a while." He displayed a long scratch in his shoulder.
"And then he seemed the battle was lost for him, and ran for it," Nightshadow continued, "right to the Thunderpath. It looked like he would become a rogue. He forgot to be careful." Nightshadow used his tail to point to the scarred and torn body. "A monster ran over him, and that was that the end of Griffinclaw."
When he finished his tale, no cat said a word. They only glanced at the two bodies and each other.
Once again, Tawnystar broke the silence. "I never thought..." He broke off and bowed his head. "I thought Griffinclaw was loyal. He always put his Clan first, his mate second. And during those freezing days of leaf-bare, he hunted from dawn to sunhigh, just looking for at least a bite of prey. I just can't believe it..." He raised his head. "We will sit vigil for Stoneclaw tonight. And yes, we will also sit vigil for Griffinclaw." He padded forward to sit beside Griffinclaw's body. The other cats mostly either went to fixing the dens, or sat vigil for their dead deputy, Stoneclaw. Few sat by Griffinclaw.
One cat padded out of the nursery, a pretty silver she-cat. Since the nursery was in a cave and was mostly sheltered by rocks, the roof had not caved in.
She had done little else but glancing out when her kits also scampered out. They raised her eyes to meet their mother's in a pleading expression. "Please, can we sit vigil for Griffinclaw too?"
"No, it's pouring outside. You'll all catch greencough. And you might die with it."
"But we want to see him now!"
"You wouldn't like to join StarClan as kits, would you?" The silver cat meowed.
"Oh, all right." The kits turned back to the nursery, tails drooping. The silver cat padded up to the body of Griffinclaw, his eyes empty and glazed, and pushed her nose into the blood soaked fur.
Minkheart, the medicine cat padded up to her. "You still want to sit vigil for him, even after what he has done, Moongaze?"
"Yes. Moongaze didn't look up at Minkheart. "I love him no matter what he has done. He loved me, and that's enough for me." She settled down, her nose still buried in Griffinclaw's fur.
Minkheart looked up at the sky. He knew now that it would be a dark time for the forest, and there seemed to be little hope. Would StarClan watch over them in the dark days to come?
StarClan, send me a sign!
His prayer seemed to be answered, as the clouds parted to reveal a single star in the sky. And has he watched, visions of the future unfolded before him. A shard of purest white, and the darkest shadows seemed to be fighting each other, the shard trying to penetrate the darkness, the shadows to break the shard. Then the dark clouds covered the sky, and he saw no more.
Reassured, Minkheart knew that there was hope. But what could his vision mean? He knew that only time could tell. He sank to the ground beside Moongaze, watching, as the rain pounded continually, seemingly eternally.
Chapters: Maybe around twelve or so.
Author: Flyingshard
Pairing: The most important ones are: GriffinXMoon and NightXMoon
Rating: PG
Spoilers: a slight spoiler for FQ
Summary: A CreekClan apprentice seeks revenge when she learns about the true cause of her father’s death.
Warning: A slightly creepy scene happens in the prologue, so if you don't want to read about stomachs laid open don't read the prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, if I did Brambleclaw would be leader now and Hawkfrost would still be alive. But the charries and the Clans are mine.
Beta: N/A
Cover: Maybe, but most likely not.
Author's Notes: Please read and comment!
Prologue
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed from the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder. Rain pounded from the sky, killing the early growth of newleaf. No cats were outside, except for a dark gray tomcat with long fur, who was standing guard for that night. He stood up defiantly, but if any cat looked closer, you could see that he was shivering.
Suddenly, a rustling sound made the tom prick his ears up. What was that sound? A flicker in the shadows. A quiet pawstep. And what was that blood-scent?
The tom tensed his muscles, ready to fight if this thing was hostile. Then he relaxed. Another tom emerged from the shadows, his black pelt blending in with the darkness. It was one of his Clanmates. But he could still sense that something was wrong. The blood-scent was still as strong as ever.
"Fearcry." The tom nodded to him. "May I enter? I have important news for Tawnystar."
"Tell me first, Nightshadow. Or is it too urgent for me not to know first?" Fearcry demanded; rather bravely, as Nightshadow was fierce and extremely intimidating.
"Certainly, if you wish it." Nightshadow's eyes, a piercing, cold blue, seemed to blaze in the darkness. The words he uttered sent shivers down Fearcry's spine and would continue to do so for generations to come.
"Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw are dead."
Fearcry's eyes widened. "But why--how--" he stammered. "How did they die? A double murder on a stormy night?"
"You will hear the story later." Nightshadow padded back to the thornbush where he had appeared and disappeared. A moment later, he had dragged the two bodies out. One was a limp body of sodden gray fur, where claws had scored a deep gash on his throat. The other had been completely soaked in blood, so it was hard to tell what color the fur was. The stomach had been laid open, and blood was still pouring out of the wound. There were many other scratches on the body.
"Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw," Nightshadow meowed quietly. He dragged the two bodies into the camp, Fearcry following him, looking bewildered. Once inside, Nightshadow yowled, "Tawnystar!"
Tawnystar emerged from his den, as did many of the other cats, as the dens made of bushes had been destroyed in the fierce rain. They huddled together, looking curiously at Nightshadow and at the two bodies, but none spoke.
It was Tawnystar who broke the silence. "So? You didn't wake us all up to gossip, did you? Talk!"
Nightshadow took a deep breath and spoke. "I couldn't sleep, what with all of the rain pounding on the den roof, so I decided to go take a walk in the forest. I heard snarling somewhere in the forest, by a clearing I walked past. When I decided to take a closer look, I saw Stoneclaw and Griffinclaw bickering over something, which quickly became a fight before my eyes. Then Griffinclaw scored his claws across Stoneclaw's throat..." His voice faltered there, and he closed his eyes.
"So I approached Griffinclaw. I was angry. I wanted to avenge my brother's death. We fought for a while." He displayed a long scratch in his shoulder.
"And then he seemed the battle was lost for him, and ran for it," Nightshadow continued, "right to the Thunderpath. It looked like he would become a rogue. He forgot to be careful." Nightshadow used his tail to point to the scarred and torn body. "A monster ran over him, and that was that the end of Griffinclaw."
When he finished his tale, no cat said a word. They only glanced at the two bodies and each other.
Once again, Tawnystar broke the silence. "I never thought..." He broke off and bowed his head. "I thought Griffinclaw was loyal. He always put his Clan first, his mate second. And during those freezing days of leaf-bare, he hunted from dawn to sunhigh, just looking for at least a bite of prey. I just can't believe it..." He raised his head. "We will sit vigil for Stoneclaw tonight. And yes, we will also sit vigil for Griffinclaw." He padded forward to sit beside Griffinclaw's body. The other cats mostly either went to fixing the dens, or sat vigil for their dead deputy, Stoneclaw. Few sat by Griffinclaw.
One cat padded out of the nursery, a pretty silver she-cat. Since the nursery was in a cave and was mostly sheltered by rocks, the roof had not caved in.
She had done little else but glancing out when her kits also scampered out. They raised her eyes to meet their mother's in a pleading expression. "Please, can we sit vigil for Griffinclaw too?"
"No, it's pouring outside. You'll all catch greencough. And you might die with it."
"But we want to see him now!"
"You wouldn't like to join StarClan as kits, would you?" The silver cat meowed.
"Oh, all right." The kits turned back to the nursery, tails drooping. The silver cat padded up to the body of Griffinclaw, his eyes empty and glazed, and pushed her nose into the blood soaked fur.
Minkheart, the medicine cat padded up to her. "You still want to sit vigil for him, even after what he has done, Moongaze?"
"Yes. Moongaze didn't look up at Minkheart. "I love him no matter what he has done. He loved me, and that's enough for me." She settled down, her nose still buried in Griffinclaw's fur.
Minkheart looked up at the sky. He knew now that it would be a dark time for the forest, and there seemed to be little hope. Would StarClan watch over them in the dark days to come?
StarClan, send me a sign!
His prayer seemed to be answered, as the clouds parted to reveal a single star in the sky. And has he watched, visions of the future unfolded before him. A shard of purest white, and the darkest shadows seemed to be fighting each other, the shard trying to penetrate the darkness, the shadows to break the shard. Then the dark clouds covered the sky, and he saw no more.
Reassured, Minkheart knew that there was hope. But what could his vision mean? He knew that only time could tell. He sank to the ground beside Moongaze, watching, as the rain pounded continually, seemingly eternally.
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